The table stares with its newness

glaring like sun in a crowd of eyes.

I turn away from the jagged circle danced

by its harem of chairs; an orbit fraught with

collisions and a tangling of feet.

Declining the invitation to join a hard party

I, instead,

court a single, soft, leather armchair

and sink into her.

She accepts my weight like legs

of an old flame



Please take the time to visit my friends at

I am sure you’ll have a good time. I do.